I jumped up when a knock came from the door, "Bloss, are you alright?" Brick's voice came from the other side of the door.
"I, I'm fine..." My voice cracked making me wince.
He sighed, "Blossom, don't lie to me... I know you better than anyone else..."
I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes, "I'm not lying brick, I'm perfectly okay. I'm just going to get ready for bed, I'm just really tired..." I wanted to tell him so bad but something held me back, probably the embarrassment, showing that I was weak... I was the leader of the powerpuff girls, I should NOT be weak...
He stayed silent, "If you say so red, just know I'm always here for you..." I waited until I heard his foot steps walk away.
I let go of my breath I didn't even know I was holding in, I went to my mirror, an angry dark purple hand print went around my chin and a single thumb on my right cheek then 4 other fingers on the left cheek. It stung and I winced as I touched it with my fingers.
I looked around my room, my double canopy bed, the poles were white and the lace hanging from it was pink. My bedding was pink with white pillows, in the center wall, right side of the door and was surrounded by two little desks on either side. One had a lamp and a picture of brick and I and on the other desk had a photo of my family and my laptop. I was sitting on the pink stool in front of my white Chelsea Vanity. I had my make up on top with my perfume, my hair stuff in one drawer and jewelry in another. My walls were pink and I had photos of my friends and family taped all over them. My curtains were white and my floor was white tile. My closet held my clothes and shoes and I had a small shelf that held most of my books.
I went to my closet pulling out a red shirt that was long enough to go to my thighs and undergarments. I peeked out in the hallway making sure it was clear before running to the bathroom to shower. After I ran back to my room, locking the door behind me, I towel dried my hair to pass the time and combed it. The sun started going down and I went to bed, I have to hide this bruise, no one can see it, ever.
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Saving My Abused Lover
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